Well I'm barreling down Highway 41*
And I'm feeling old
Got no heat because my boss is cheap
And my diesel cab is cold
This winter in Alberta's been
The worst I've ever seen
I step on the gas
Because I've got no time to freeze
My baby she's got a Christmas tree
And she's decorating it for me
And my daughter's got her friends over
They're out makin' snow angels
And my partners got a inside pocket
And in it there's a mickey
It's not my bag to drink and drive
But all the heat is in the whiskey
Everybody's countin' on me
Yeah, it's comin' up on Christmas Eve
And everybody needs a drink
All the heat is in the whiskey
Well it ain't no coincidence
That I'm hauling Canadian rye
Well the weather's been this bad for weeks
And the whole damn town is dry
My boss offered me triple time
If I would make the drive
But I'd have made that run for free
Just to keep the town alive
Because there ain't a colder Christmas
Like a Christmas without booze
It keeps the lonesome company
And the married couples loose
The black ice and white sky
Make the drive a little tricky
But at least I'm warm inside
All the heat is in the whiskey
Everybody's countin' on me
Yeah it's comin' up on Christmas Eve
And everybody needs a drink
All the heat is in the whiskey
Five kilometers from my front porch
And my lovely wife
I swerve to miss a reindeer
And the truck starts to jackknife
I hit the ditch and the trailer flips
I nearly lost my life
The angels on my shoulders
They were showin' me the light
But my brother's son and a couple friends
Were out there on the sleds
Luckily they got me home
Before I froze to d**h
My wife asked me to go back for the rye
And then she kissed me
She said, “Merry Christmas, my love”
All the heat, all the heat..
All the heat is in the whiskey
Everybody's countin' on me
Yeah it's comin' up on Christmas Eve
And everybody needs a drink
All the heat is in the whiskey
All the heat is in the whiskey..
All the heat is in the whiskey..
All the heat is in the whiskey..